There is a geography of the human spirit, common to all peoples.

Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.

tears have a purpose. they are what we carry of the ocean, and perhaps we must become the sea, give ourselves to it, if we are to be transformed.

Poetry has its own laws speaking for the life of the planet. It is a language that wants to bring back together what the other words have torn apart.

Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods, and they love and eat one another. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.

We are full of bread and gas, getting fat on the outside while inside we grow thin

It is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle.